Trying to mend the azure heavens—what colossal ambition, what bold and unrestrained vision.
Those words shocked everyone present. Even Lei Wanche, influenced by the Thunder Marsh powerhouses, suppressed the strange emotions in his heart amid the violent surge of feeling and sincerely came to believe that Meng Zhao was no ordinary man.
In ancient times, countless great gods and demons battled without end. Their terrifying power even blasted a huge breach into the heavens above Divine Land, bringing down a great flood that submerged the Divine Continent and ravaged countless living beings.
Later, a great god refined Five-Colored Stone to mend the azure heavens, finally dispelling that great calamity. That god then rode five-colored auspicious clouds, accompanied by dragons, phoenixes, and qilin of the Five Elements, and transcended away on boundless Heavenly Dao merit.
Today, this Poison Grotto Small World was certainly far inferior to the great world of Divine Land, not even a ten-thousandth of it.
Yet the nature of what Meng Zhao intended to do was fundamentally no different from what that transcended great god had done in ancient times.
Still, there were problems. Speaking of it was easy; doing it was difficult. More difficult still was that they, these Grandmasters and Innate Realm Warriors, simply could not understand where to even begin with its underlying principles.
The small world was fractured everywhere—what could be used to mend it? Fine, suppose he followed that ancient great god's example. Then how would he refine Five-Colored Stone, and where would he find the necessary materials?
Taking another step back, even if he truly managed to refine Five-Colored Stone, would he know how to use it?
Do not think such concerns were needless anxiety. That was simply the truth. Some things were too advanced; without specialists who had studied them, there